[998 CE]

Tsukasa the Berserk was a legendary figure. In battle, he was a force to be reckoned with, his strength and ferocity unmatched by any other in all of Denmark. No matter the enemy he faced, no matter the odds against him, he always emerged victorious, his warband swelled with the wealth of their enemies.

The village folks had been waiting eagerly for Tsukasa's return, and when he finally arrived back at his home, they were ecstatic. They had heard tales of his exploits and the riches he had looted from the enemies he defeated. Now that he was back, they knew they would be able to rest easy for months, living off the spoils of war.

It was a few days later when Tsukasa decided to go hunting in the forest, his trusty axe by his side. He had been stalking the forest for hours, listening to the sounds of nature, searching for a deer or boar to bring home to his village. Suddenly, he heard a soft voice singing a song he knew all too well.